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That's alright...I'll find him eventually.

Um..no..I am very sorry.

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Oh you're just a regular comedian aren't you?

Dodger? Nope, haven’t seen him.

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Has anyone seen Dodger around? 

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Ghost Stories {001}

Elizabeth is, essentially two different people -- but don't mistake that for multiple personality disorder. On one hand, she is the proper governor's daughter that her father raised her to be, the girl who wears dresses often, and speaks like she's twice her age; on another hand, she is just...Elizabeth, the girl who dreams of pirates, and adventures more than is "appropriate" for a governor's daughter, thus, she is the governor's curse. 

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drink up me hearties yo ho

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Not to be rude, but can you stop staring at me like I'm going to share? Because...

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Oh, sorry. I wasn't assuming you did it, you were just...around. You don't have to do that, you didn't do it, so. Nice to meet you too, Sora. I'm Elizabeth. 

"Hey, Lady… I don’t know why you’re looking at me but I didn’t do it…Can I help you clean it up? I’m Sora by the way… It’s nice to meet you!" 

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It's sort of ironic that the Hospitality classroom was wrecked. Thanks for that....

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Are you any good? I've never been very good at darts. 

I think darts is my new favourite game.

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Elizabeth stared intently at the figure on the horizon, waiting for it to get closer with a semi-frantic heart. She didn't know if she was more excited, or more terrified, but either way, she couldn't get herself to move. She just stared. Even when she vaguely heard someone else shuffling about in the sad behind her. She hesitated a moment before shutting her eyes tightly, and reopening them -- maybe perhaps it was just a figure of her imagination -- but when she opened them again, the silhouette of the ship was still there. Elizabeth jumped a bit when she heard her name, tensing only for a moment before she realized it was Dodger, which brought a good sense of comfort to her. So far he was the best, and probably only, friend she'd made along the lines of Walt, so it was comforting to have him there. Not to mention, she just generally enjoyed his company.

She peeked over her shoulder at him, running her fingers through her hair before slowly nodding her head. She was okay, right? It wasn't like the ship had moved off the horizon, it certainly wasn't getting further away, but at least it wasn't getting any closer. "Yeah...just had a bad dream, I guess." She breathed, letting her eyes fall back tot he silhouette on the horizon, and wondering slightly if it was part of her imagination. "Dodger?" She turned back to him, gesturing for him to come a little closer. "Do...do you see the ship out there?" She quizzed, pointing to the general area of the horizon which it was floating along, and looking at his face to gauge his reaction; if he did or didn't see it. 

Parley {Open}

The sounds of waves crashing against the shore and the gentle noises of the sea where enough to keep Dodger lulled into sleep but not enough to keep him asleep. It was calming and peaceful, something he wasn’t entirely used to after living in New York City for the last seven years of his life. The hustle and bustle were noises he was used to and sometimes it was hard to sleep without them. The quiet was nice but it wasn’t enough to stop him from being restless. Of course, sleeping out on the sand in just a sleeping bag didn’t help. When he had tried to move his tent further down the beach, his room mates had disagreed about it, leaving him to move himself. Not that he minded. It was no worse than sleeping in an empty car in the middle of a blizzard, something he had had to do once or twice before in his past.

The silence of the night was broken when he heard a gasp. It was hard to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, after all the beach was filled with students and teachers alike. There was something that made him think about Elizabeth though. She had been the only friend he had really made besides Rita, but she didn’t count because they were already close. He kept listening out, trying to find the source of the noise and not really hearing anything until he saw a figure on the sand. It had been Elizabeth, she was the only other person up that end of the beach with him so it couldn’t be anyone else. 

Knowing that she might have had a nightmare worried him but it wasn’t his place to approach her, was it? Instead he sat up, crossing his arms over his legs and watching her carefully. Sitting back and making sure she was alright seemed like the best choice for now, after all she wasn’t hurt, just walking. There was something in the way she froze on the spot, staring off into the distance that worried him. Slowly, he got to his feet and when she didn’t move he stepped forward. His eyes scanned the horizon, not being able to see anything but dark sky and even darker waters. “Elizabeth?” He called out in a hushed voice. “Elizabeth? Are you okay?” 

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Parley {Open}

"Look a boy! There's a boy in the water!" She called, leaning away from the railing of the ship to look at the men of her father's crew, the men who had basically become her best friends. Before she knew it the men were swarming around the railing of the ship, leaning over in search of the boy she was talking about, as if she'd been lying. One shoved her back, moving her out of the way and all she could do was watch helplessly as they tried to hoist him out of the water. It was all hustle and bustle until the boy was laying on the deck of the boat, soaked in cold sea water and unconscious. Everyone's attention had gone somewhere else, while she stared down at the boy, but the dead heat in the foggy air brought her gaze up, a gasp escaping her painted lips. The boat was aflame, broken into many pieces like something great, and giant had come up from below it and ripped it mercilessly to pieces. 

"Everyone's thinking it, I'm just saying it; pirates." Mr. Gibbs hummed nervously, and that tore Elizabeth's gaze away from the flames in pure curiosity, could it be? "Well there's...there's not proof of that, it was probably an accident." Her father dismissed before hurrying over to her and babbling on about how the found boy was in her charge as they carried him to a new area of the boat. With a nod of her head she followed after the unknown boy, perching beside him. The boy gasped awake only for a moment, giving her just enough time to give him her name, and receive his in return; Will Turner. Something shiny caught her attention among the rags of his clothes, her thing fingers moving to retrieve the medallion, which she instantly recognized as a pirates token. 

Her eyes lifted from the medallion only when she spotted something in the water a few meters away from them. Another ship. The sails were tattered and worn, and black as night, and the entire thing seemed menacing and terrifying, but only when she spotted the pirates' black, waving flag did she shut her eyes tight in hopes it would disappear when she opened her eyes again. However when she opened them the shop was closer, close enough that she could see the men hustling about the deck, and a beaded, dirty man at the helm looking straight at her with a knowing look. 

A gasp fell from her lips, as her frame shot forwards, sitting up in the confinements of her tent. It was still dark out, probably not even dawn yet, but her heart was pounding and her fingers instinctively reached for the medallion around her neck. Her fingers wrapped around the cold metal thing when they found it, pulling it from the safety of her neck, her thumb brushing over the face of the medallion as she stared down at it. It had been years since that day, and still it was embedded in her mind. It wasn't that day that littered her memory at all times though, it was a different one; one her father had convinced her was nothing but a dream. It felt so real though, and it elicited such a strong reaction from her whenever it found her dreams. 

With a sigh, she unzipped the tent quietly, stepping out of it and moving along the sandy shore until she was just near the edge of the water, just out of reach of it's touch. Elizabeth stood for a moment, staring out at the water, no particular sigh she was in search of, just trying to shoo away the dream, that felt so much more like a memory than something she'd made up. After a moment though she dropped to the sand, sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest, and her chin resting on her arms that were wrapped around her legs. Her eyes stared down at the medallion, and the long, straight scar on the palm of her hand. It had to be a memory, she knew it had to be. But her father's evidence for it being simply her imagination seemed to fit better than anything she could come up with. It was dark, but her eyes had adjusted enough that that didn't matter. It wasn't the darkness that poked at her, it was the silence. Besides the soft tug and pull of the tide, there was nothing, barely even a breeze. She had every intention of going back to bed -- or at least trying -- since it couldn't have been past 3 in the morning, but when she glanced back up, a black silhouette on the horizon stopped her, keeping her nailed in place. It didn't seem like it was moving towards the shore, but still she sat in silence, watching it sail on the horizon, and knowing all to well what ship it was, and who was sailing it.  

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The monarchy is definitely...questionable. But I'm really in no position to say anything about it, considering my father is the governor, and the monarchy actually sort of works in his favor that way. Yeah, those rules are a little iffy. You're still on an excellent roll with your charming compliments. That I actually know a little bit about, my friend back home, Will, he's a blacksmith. Well an apprentice, but he does most of the work anyways. I think I have a few ideas, if you're up to spending a good part of the day with me, doing your 'strength test' which will most just consist of entertaining challenges. 

Like having a monarchy? I’m surprised they still have one. I think that’s a fair point, except maybe the right to bear arms. I mean if they were talking about real arms sure but the guns rules are a bit dumb. I’m happy for them to take the rum, you’re much more precious. I think I better learn how to fight then, just in case. Well we have all the means to make an episode of Survivor if you want to. 

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Of course they did, it is England after all. Though most of their original rules are a bit complex and way out of date. At least most, if not all, of the American ones still ring true for the most part today. They can steal all the rum they want, rum is such a vile drink. It would be an honor to have you fight for me. I'll have to think of how I want to go about this...could be fun. 

For America they were. I’m sure they had their own set of rules back in England long before America was even thought of. Of course, I gotta be the annoying middle brother some how. They could come to steal the rum. I wouldn’t even mind if they did, there’s other things to drink. It’d be my honour to fight for my captain. I would fire me if that were the case, or I would quit. Go for it. I can do push ups and pull ups and sit ups. Anything that ends with ups apparently. 

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They really never do, but it makes sense because they were sort of the "original rules." I'm sure they don't, but at least you know you're doing your job right? Why else would pirates try to steal it though? Aw, that very gallant and sweet of you. I'm not going to lie to you, I probably would fire you if that were the case. Perhaps you should. 

They definitely are and people don’t ever let you forget those rules. It may be my job but I don’t think they appreciate it too much. It’s their only life goal it seems and it’s one of the most precious things in the world. Aw, thanks. I’d fight my hardest for you. I would be a terribly first mate and I would suggest you fire me if I couldn’t take a pillow to the face. Maybe I should take a strength test to prove my worth?